Journey
I came on this art trip last semester in October at that time in my life I was going through an extremely hard point in my life. I had made some choices that affected me in an awful way, it was destroying every one I loved and cared about. Most importantly it was destroying my soul, and the sprit inside of me. However I pulled my self out of the hole I had dug for myself and with the help of my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ's out stretched hands.Now here I am in the 2nd semester with one of the biggest questions knocking at the door of the rest of my life. Should I or should I not get married? So here I am again at the cross roads in my short For many people on this trip the come to look at art. However for me, I do not come here to look at art I come here to feel the art. For my entire childhood, I grow up with art! My grandfather is a tremendous artist. Painting large brush stokes full of oil paint, every stoke told a story. Oh and the smell of drying oil paints on a warm summer day is a smell one
It is very simple if you allow God in. " Well I experienced that fun first hand and I am here to tell you that the real "fun" is the way you feel right now in your heart. Each color hits my pupil as if it were a fiery dart flying to its target and landing bulls eye on my very soul. As I walked on to this campus every one says, "You only got one life to live you might as well have fun. I do think however what a merciful God, such a caring and so loving God to give us this delicacy, to enlighten our spirits, lift our bodies and minds. Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ what glorious names, and isn't amazing to think that they created every single microseism that creates a single petal, that transforms into an exquisite flower, which is held up by a stem, which is secured by roots that stand firmly in the earth, and it is those roots that allow the flower to grow and bloom. How could we not appreciate and love every piece of every thing god has given us. So because I see and feel art this way I some times feel as if I experience each color from the lightest and purist of whites, to the darkest and lonely of black. In to every opening and closing of my eyelids, to every beat of my heart, to the light footsteps of my feet. He created those intense, luminous minds to imagine. To know that there is some one looking out for each and every one of us, how could we then betray or forget him. He gave them the talents to move a brush on a blank open canvas for all to see a delicate flower be brought to life, with all the gut wrenching power of color and pigment thrown together in such superb detail. God him self created that, such a simple figure and yet in lives across the world and for centuries before and after us have experienced this small miracle and wanted to preserve it for all to see. His mind knowing the which of the brilliant colors to mix, and leading his hands as his wrist would swoosh and slide across the canvas leaving behind them the sign not only that he had been there but also that God had a say in this magnificent mind that lead the gifted hands across the canvas.
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